At 9 o'clock in the evening, Zhou Yanqing rode a small electric donkey to drive home. Turn right ahead and walk straight for 300 meters to the old residential area he rented. He has walked this road for nearly two years. Even though the street lights have been broken for several months, Zhou Yanqing can measure the distance with his own perception.
The dim headlights of the small electric donkey swayed along with the uneven road surface. When turning right, two dazzling headlights suddenly shone head-on, and then the piercing sound of the tires rubbing against the ground cut the eardrums, and then Zhou Yanqing took off into the air It hit the ground heavily.
The headache was splitting, and the strong smell of blood penetrated into the nostrils. Zhou Yanqing opened his eyes with difficulty, but he could only see a vast expanse of whiteness. He felt like he was floating in the clouds.
Countless times he had imagined how he would die in this life, dying of old age, sickness, and anger, but he never thought that he would be hit to death by a car.
I am not afraid of death, but why is it now, I am only 25 years old, I still have very important things to do, Zhou Yanqing thought regretfully before completely losing consciousness.
"Yan Qing! Yan Qing! Wake up!"
The head hurts, like being run over by a wheel, the chest is so tight, and I can't breathe. Zhou Yan gritted his teeth lightly and wanted to just pass out, but there was always someone in his ear trying to wake him up.
He was too sore and sleepy to say yes, and the man started pushing his body again.
It's so annoying, death doesn't make people happy!
Zhou Yanqing was short of breath, took a breath and howled: "It's so annoying!"
With this cry, the suffocation in the chest and headache miraculously disappeared, and Zhou Yanqing suddenly opened his eyes.
"Yan Qing!"
The voice sounded again, Zhou Yan turned his head lightly, and a familiar face came into view, with dark skin and a clean cropped hair, it was his college roommate Jiang Cheng.
"Jiang Cheng, why are you here!" Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment, he and Jiang Cheng hadn't seen each other for almost two years.
Jiang Cheng, who was still worried just now, turned into a frightened expression in an instant. He broke Zhou Yanqing's body and touched his forehead, and asked, "Yanqing, you must have fallen into a fool, right? Of course it's here..."
Zhou Yan was stunned, and checked up and down and found that there was no injury on his body, let alone bleeding, and he found something abnormal. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he asked cautiously: "Jiang Cheng, I must have been in a vegetable state and slept for a year or so..."
Jiang Cheng showed panic on his face: "Yanqing, don't scare me, what kind of vegetative person, you just fell down after taking a shower and passed out, if you don't wake up, I will call an ambulance!"
Zhou Yan said blankly: "I was hit by a car just now..."
For the next hour, Jiang Cheng used a very patient and careful tone to convince Jiang Yanqing over and over again: You didn't have a car accident, you just stayed up late for two days thinking about your script, and fainted in the shower.
Then, Zhou Yanqing sat still with his stiff body in a daze, and finally he came to an incredible conclusion: he was hit by a car and flew back to two years ago, and he was reborn.
After taking a shower, Jiang Cheng came out of the bathroom, his body was still covered with steam, he walked to Zhou Yanqing again and bent down to touch his head: "Yanqing, are you really okay, do you want to go to the hospital?"
Zhou Yan raised his head lightly, his eyes blank, and he replied softly, "No, no, it fell very well."
Jiang Cheng didn't hear clearly, thought what he said was good, and after a few words of concern, he went to bed and went to play with his mobile phone. After a while, it was time to turn off the lights, and the small boys' dormitory was plunged into darkness.
Zhou Yan wiped the sweat from his palms lightly, and lay down too. The hematoma on his forehead was still painful. According to Jiang Cheng, he knocked it on the bathroom sink when he fainted, but it was much better than being hit by a car and turned into a rotten persimmon.
The car accident happened only in an instant, but the scene is still present. Zhou Yanqing closed his eyes and tried to recall the appearance or license plate number of the car that crashed into him. A sharp pain rushed to his temple, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated. The body's magical self-protection mechanism prompted Zhou Yanqing to pant violently. He just slowed down.
Jiang Cheng was already snoring slightly, Zhou Yanqing didn't dare to sleep, he was afraid that the rebirth was a delusion in his head, and all the things in front of him were just the revolving door of his life before death, once he fell asleep, he would never wake up again.
He used the faint light from the corridor to carefully trace the outline of this boys' dormitory. He has lived in this room for more than three years, and everything is so familiar. It is now his senior year, and there were originally four people living in the dormitory, and the other two have already found an internship unit and moved out. Both Jiang Cheng and him haven't found a satisfactory internship unit yet, and are living in the dormitory for the time being.
The spirit was too tense, Zhou Yanqing was circling all kinds of past in his head, and his eyelids began to fight unconsciously. Finally, he couldn't resist the strong sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep, falling into the revolving door of his previous life.
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Rubbing his sore eyes, Zhou Yanqing came out of a three-star hotel. He had just stayed up all night to accompany a third- and fourth-tier female star to finish changing the script.
He majored in drama, film, television and literature in college. This major has limited employment opportunities, and he has devoted himself to being a screenwriter. It has been more than a year since he graduated, and he is not doing well. A few years ago, he joined a film and television investment company, thinking that there would be a good development, but he wrote a lot of things in a daze, all of which were to make wedding clothes for others.
Last month, he was assigned by the company to work as a screenwriter for an idol drama crew. He finalized the script for 10 episodes before the start of the show. The next 10 episodes were said to be for him to revise, but in fact there was only an outline, almost for him to create independently.
This creative process has to be deleted and revised at any time according to the temporary requirements of the director and the leading actress.
Last night, the leading actress who brought money into the group called Zhou Yanqing to the room, saying that she was not satisfied with the content of the next few episodes and needed to make some changes.
At dawn, the actress probably felt that it was useless to hint at a lump of elm, and finally said frankly: "Xiao Zhou, how about we solve each other's physical needs during this time in the group? "
Zhou Yan replied with a sneer: "I'm sorry, I was born crooked."
Then, he was kicked out.
It was still early, rubbing his throbbing forehead, Zhou Yanqing entered the subway station and prepared to go home and take a shower before going to the set. It was not yet the morning rush hour for work, and there were not many people in the subway, so he found a seat and took a nap.
Not long after, there was a commotion. People in the subway were holding their mobile phones and watching something. Some people cursed, some were surprised, some people discussed. The voice became louder and louder. Suddenly, a woman fell to the ground and cried loudly. stand up.
Zhou Yanqing quickly took out his mobile phone, and a push message suddenly came into view—#影帝宋玉自己死死死#, his first reaction was how stupid/forced to make such a wicked rumor.
But he still followed his instinct and clicked in. #影帝宋玉自己死死# ranked first on the hot search list, followed by a fuchsia word "explosion", which means that the number of people following this topic has reached an unprecedented peak.
The original initiator of the topic was a newly registered Weibo user who posted a Weibo at three o'clock in the morning.
@向向吹0423: According to internal information, actor Song Yu confirmed that he hanged himself in his house and died. There should be an official notification soon. If I spread rumors, I will die a terrible death.
Although this Weibo post was posted in the early hours of the morning, it still caused an uproar, and the topic of #影帝宋玉自己死死# quickly became popular. Netizens and marketing accounts poured in, and there were hundreds of thousands of comments, almost all of which were Song Yu's fans insulting bloggers and spreading rumors, and the topic of #网络打言宋玉警察# also became popular.
Originally, this farce should have gone silent after Song Yu's studio came out to refute the rumors, but instead of waiting to refute the rumors, netizens waited for a blockbuster Weibo posted five minutes ago by the official account of "S City Police and Citizen Broadcasting".
@S市policeman broadcast: At 22:34 on the evening of August 15th, the Yongan District Public Security received a report that a man was suspected to have died in a residential building in Luxiangyuan, Taiping Road. After receiving the alarm, the police and medical personnel rushed to the scene quickly. The medical staff confirmed that the man had died, and the dead man was identified as Song (male, 32 years old, from S City). The possibility of homicide has been ruled out by the preliminary forensic examination. The specific cause of death is under further investigation. Netizens are requested to cooperate with the police not to spread rumors.
This news exploded like a bomb/bomb in this ordinary early morning. Although there is no exact name, based on the disclosed information and the unprovoked Weibo in the early morning, everything shows that @向向吹0423 This account may be real It's not a rumor.
Zhou Yan panted lightly and wanted to click on the comment. He hoped that someone would refute the rumor in the comment that this Weibo was not about Song Yu at all, it was just a coincidence. However, no matter what he ordered, the comment area was blank, and he let out a low growl in annoyance, why didn't he replace this broken phone earlier, saving money.
Immediately, the crowd around him gave him the answer. It wasn't that the phone was broken, but that a huge network torrent flooded in, paralyzing the Weibo server.
The subway stopped, Zhou Yanqing didn't know which station it was, and got out of the car in a daze. Walking to the subway entrance, he realized that it was raining lightly in the originally clear sky, which looked like a weak sob.
Zhou Yanqing had difficulty breathing due to the damp air, and he walked into the rain in a daze.
Zhou Yanqing returned to the cramped rental room, took a shower, and then returned to the set of the film crew. There was a string on his body that made him have to do this.
In the end, when he arrived at the set, he was informed that the crew would have to rest for two days. From the gossip of the staff, he learned that the lead actress had asked for leave because of the emotional collapse of the Weibo post about Song Yu in the morning.
Zhou Yanqing's unflattering disposition cultivated by literary works over the past few years was thrown into the trash can. He cursed inwardly as a fool, and the studio hasn't come out to refute the rumors why are you crying.
Zhou Yan went back to the rental house and turned on the phone again. He didn't click on the hot topic that was still "explosive", but searched for a koi Weibo with the highest number of reposts. As a staunch atheist, Zhou Yanqing reposted this koi Weibo 100% piously, and silently prayed for Song Yu's safety. Everything was just a rumor.
Two days later, Song Yu's studio's official Weibo posted an obituary, setting off a tsunami in the entertainment industry.